Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black...
There was never a time
where playing happy life was easy...
Your love was plain
like waves in shallow water...
The US leader
a very important man...
I've been many places, but I'm not worldly
and I've gone through a lot just don't call me...
You call it sin,
Yet don’t see what makes me truly happy...
She calmly approached him,
while he was carving a wooden bird...
One day
when I have reached the end of my road...
When home is calling my name
my heart is aching for this old place...
Finger tips that dance over paper so divine.
That write the words of love and passion...
I took myself for granted,
I'm luck to still be standing...
To the man
who tore his lovers...